My favorites are round and firm and sag slightly when the bra is removed. The kind that you can lift slightly and feel their weight. When I have a cha...ce to touch them I do so with reverence. To caress and suckle a breast is almost a religious experience.I guess this passion for breast started when I was in 5th grade. I woke up one Saturday morning and went into my parent's room to see when they were going to get up. Mom and dad were fast asleep. Mom was laying on her side facing the door and. "The words didn't make sense, for some reason I couldn't comprehend what she was telling me. Cancer? How could she have cancer? She was only 45 years old. Sure she was a smoker, but her lung x-rays were always clear. Her doctors joked that she had some sort of gene that repelled the damage of the nicotine.Cancer. For some reason I couldn't seem to breathe. I could feel this tremendous pressure in my breast.It was a large mass in her chest pressing against her heart, lung, and throat. So that. It always upset Jess that he tossed and turned when they weren’t at home., This one was no exception. It also didn’t help that he wasn’t going to be able to talk to Kallie for the time he was gone. He was up way earlier than he needed to be but he knew if he stayed in bed he’d wake Jess up. She was FAR from a morning person the way it was and didn’t want to add to it. He showered and dressed for the warm weather he knew was in store. Quietly he closed the door to their room and walked to the. I sat down closer to her and introduced myself.She looked in my eyes and smiled, saying her name was Trish…The girl was fucking sexy; but I suddenly noticed something strange in her voice; so I assumed she was a she male. I could not believe it, since she was so beautiful and sexy…I did not dare to ask her if she had the same thing I had between my legs; but I found her that she was very hot and I was feeling hornier by the second…I invited her a few drinks as we chatted, as she flirted with.